Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Oh, Irony

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I set out to write a story to understand those around me. I wrote in characters based off of these people, and wrote in a character for myself.


I waited and watched and saw them interact and no matter how the environment changed, or how things changed my characters, they never seemed to behave like real people. There was something not quite right, some minor detail I'd passed over that messed up the big picture.


Later, it hit me that these people my characters were based off of treated each other like tools. I was a tool, as much as anyone else. To them everyone existed to serve a purpose for them. Everyone existed in terms of them. What made my characters inhuman was their humanity. They treated each other like humans; real people don't do that.


Why don't real people do that?




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback